[GM]Dave's Regrets - Vol. 7So what did I save for my last regret?
I've regretted assaulting girls and not assaulting guys. I've regretted bad jobs and etiquette. I've regretted making my mother cry.
And hell, I REALLY regretted the whole threesome thing.
Or lack thereof.
But what could I have left for last?
Well, one of my biggest regrets is just disappearing for a year.
Yeah, I know. Compared to two hot teenage girls, that doesn't sound like much of a regret, but bear with me here.
I love this blog. Writing this blog makes me smile when I'm pissed off and keeps me sane when the world is driving me crazy.
Plus, no one else really listens to me bitch and complain.
Susan pretends to, but I can see this look in her eye when I really start to geek out. I'm going on and on about how Mario should just let Bowser have that high maintenance bitch and her eyes just sort of glaze over like she's just waiting for me to finish.
Not you guys. You guys actually listen to my wild rantings and ravings.
That means a lot to me.
I ended up quitting for a year because I just felt like it was more work than fun and more pointless than funny.
Don't get me wrong. I know I'm not exactly curing Cancer here, but at least my writings had a point. At least they meant something.
Rather than try and find out what the problem was, I just decided to take a break.
See, that's not a way to solve a problem. You don't really solve a problem by ignoring it.
Unless that problem involves a pet. Ignoring a pet will eventually solve the problem. Sure, it might not get solved in a conventional "everyone is still breathing" kind of way, but it is solved.
I walked away because that was just easier.
Then, I popped in once every few months and said "I'M BACK!"
I wasn't back.
There was no back.
That was a pretty F&%@ED up thing to do. A lot of you guys would check the blog for updates in hopes of an end to my retarded hiatus and then I'd be gone again.
It's probably be funny if I was screwing with you on purpose, but I wasn't. I just kept thinking everything was back to normal and then the same old problems would kick me in the face.
And the worst part is how many great stories I missed, how many things happened at work or in the world that I thought would make great posts.
But I didn't post them.
Why the hell didn't I post them?
That was the weird thing about the whole hiatus nonsense. I had so many things that I thought were funny or awesome (or even retarded), but I didn't post them because I didn't want to feel obligated to post again the next day.
Honestly, I think I just went retarded for a while.
Looking back, the whole thing seems really stupid. Just up and quitting like that. But, in the long run, I think it helped me keep things going because it kept me from burning out.
I just wish I could have figured that out without taking a year off.
Man, the next time someone suggests one of these emotional theme weeks, I'm going to have to tell them to die in a fire or something. This shit just isn't right.
I should be ranting about video games or laughing about that time I killed a hooker or something.
[GM]Dave doesn't do emotions.
Yeah, that one I've pretty much got down.